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EMILY'S POV.
I sat opposite John on the sofa in his house, with my heart beating wild. He stared at me with those intense, deep sea-blue eyes of his, and none of us talked.
Then a lady came down from the stairs, wearing a bikini top and pants. How could she come down with just that when the fiancée of the man she was having an affair with was sitting right there in front of her?
"What is all this, John? What have I ever done to you?" I finally asked as the lady made her way to him, sitting on his lap.
"I should also ask you that." He returned, and I furrowed my brows until someone sat next to me. I turned sharply and saw a man whose physique looked oddly like the man I slept with. "Didn't you sleep with him?" John accused me, and I got to my feet.
"I… wait. You have to listen." I turned to the man, who had come out of nowhere. He was smiling, and I felt disgusted and scared.
Then John came to stand next to me.
"So, how about we bury this and not make any noise?" He asked.
"No! Yesterday, I was... I was…!" I tried to spit out the words that I had been drugged, but my lips couldn't form the words. John looked at me and smirked.
The lady smirked, the stranger also smirked, and it seemed like the room was closing in on me—like the faces were too close and the walls were coming in, ready to swallow me.
"Wait!" I screamed, but it came out as a gasp as my eyes flew open.
A white ceiling...
I was still in bed.
I closed my eyes once more, and I turned my head. What kind of dream was that? Why would John accuse me of cheating? Thinking about it, it did seem like I had another dream about sleeping with a stranger, but it was a blurry dream.
Dreams... how they found a way to weave reality into them and scare people.
Wait, was I home? I had gone someplace strange after running from John's house. I had drunk alcohol, and... who took me home? Did I sleep there?
I opened my eyes tiredly, wondering if I had done anything silly. I had drank a lot and couldn't even remember things well. My memory of the past night was like broken glass. They just didn't fit.
I looked around and saw the neat interior of the room. Great, I was in a hotel. I turned, ready to go back to sleep, and almost screamed. The fear seemed to push me off the bed, and I landed on the cold floor.
My mouth flew to my mouth as I discovered I was naked.
A man… A man on my bed!
Gosh, jeez… wait, wait… Emily, you did not sleep with this man; you did not...
My eyes began to widen, and my jaw fell as everything began to piece together. The kind bartender, being harassed, my spiked drink, someone interfering, being taken to my room...
"Ah…" I whispered and shook my head. I didn't want to know what happened next. I didn't want to...
Even though I didn't want to, the memories came flooding my mind as clear as day.
Tangling, soft sounds, turning, heart beating, gasping...
I began to pick my things up, dashing into the restroom. There, I took a deep breath and began to wiggle into my clothes.
I had sex with a stranger. Emily, have sex with a complete stranger!
My fingers shook as my buttons proved difficult. They didn't cooperate. When I tried to pull on my baggy jeans, I actually fell to the floor and gasped in pain.
Then, there was my phone on the bed and his arm slightly on it.
I tiptoed to him and stuck out my hand, trying to take it without him knowing. Why hadn't the phone flown to the ground? How had it managed to stay on the bed?
I wrapped three fingers around it and looked at him.
Then the curtains shifted, and the morning rays played on his face. His eyeballs moved, and I froze.
Not because I was scared he'd open his eyes, but because I hadn't noticed how handsome he actually was. His eyebrows were light and brown. His lashes are long and dark. A tussle of messy brown hair on his head, scattered over his forehead, full heart-shaped lips, fair skin, a pointed nose, and a well-chiseled jaw.
His beauty struck me in the heart like a lightning bolt. Why would anyone be as handsome as that? If his eyes opened, what color would they be? I was curious, but I dared not wait.
After a few minutes of being mesmerized, I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. Too bad I never met him again. I took my phone gently and left the room.
The bar was filled with waiters, waitresses, and people around.
"The bartender was here last night. Where is he?" I asked the woman at the counter. He was the cause of everything.
"Trevor? For some reason, he quit this morning." She replied.
"Ha." I scoffed in anger, bit my lip, and took out my credit card.
"I booked a room and had a few drinks. There's a man in the room, too." I said, feeling ashamed to say it.
She looked at me with that kind of look that suggested she imagined what happened, and she politely took my card.
I blinked in humiliation.
"How many bottles did you have?"
"Just put five bottles on my tab."
"Five?" She asked, with large eyes, "I'm sorry." She apologized immediately, and the very moment she returned my card, I walked out hastily.
I had wandered far from home, so there was definitely no way I and the stranger were meeting anymore. Problems? Forget about it. That was if I ever recalled his pretty face, or if he recalled mine.
I hailed a cab and got in, calling out my lane and address.
I relaxed in the car, closing my eyes, but neither the memory of the steamy night nor the memory of the sharp beauty the stranger possessed left my mind.
Some people were just born to wreck people's minds with beauty.
As for John, I was wrecking our wedding ceremony.
5
LUCAS' POV.
My eyelids fluttered open slowly, and my eyes hit the white, unfamiliar ceiling. Everywhere was cold, and I looked to my side for evidence that a steamy night had really happened between me and a total stranger.
The bed was empty. I was the only one in it, but I couldn't fool myself into thinking that nothing had happened the previous night. Her scent still lingered on the sheets, and the lotion she had used on her hair seemed to be stuck directly in my nose. I sat up in my bed and thought hard, running my hands through my hair.
Why had I suddenly done such a horrible thing? The night had been fast, and everything was so rushed that I had been caught up in it. At first, I had tried to resist, but she was so alluring, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She had just triggered me in ways I had never been triggered before.
Maybe I needed to admit it, but the moment she walked into the bar, I was taken by her beauty. Her beauty was simple yet enchanting. Till she took her seat at the bar counter, I stared at her and had to force myself to stop staring.
I didn't naturally care for women because they were all the same. All they wanted was money, popularity, and the upper hand over their peers. They all didn't care to do whatever it took to get a rich man. Due to that, I never gave them more than a glance.
But things just felt strange with her. I was attracted but didn't want to admit it.
Then, just when I managed to focus on my work, I heard her fighting with the bartender. I tried my best not to react, but in the end I did, and due to the fact that I had been taken aback by her beauty earlier, it was very easy for her to seduce me.
I got up from the bed, put on my clothes, and went to the restroom. She wasn't there. Did she leave?
I took my bath and ordered breakfast and new clothes to wear. Then I went down the stairs to the counter.
There were only a few people eating there, and I didn't see the bartender I had seen the previous night. Instead, it was a woman.
"I'm from room 5. The…" I was saying, but the woman at the counter smiled, interrupting me.
"Ah, you're the man from room 5. The lady came down early this morning and paid for everything."
"Paid for everything?" I asked, wondering why she would do such a thing.
"Yes, she paid for everything before leaving." The woman replied, and I sighed.
"She didn't drop a contact, her address, or something?" I asked, but she shook her head. "How much is the room?" I asked again.
"She already…"
"She paid for her stay in the room. I'll pay for mine." I said, sliding my credit card towards her, and she looked shocked.
"But…"
"I'm paying for my stay. That's it. Any other bills to settle?" I asked, and she bit her lips briefly.
"There are no bills to settle." She replied. I could see she was going to take the money, but I didn't care. I wasn't about to let a random woman pay for my stay and make me look like the irresponsible one.
I stayed in the room for a while, thinking hard. Why would I make love to a complete stranger? Everything about the night played in my head clearly. I had never felt anything like it.
She was simply perfect. My fingers could remember the feel of her soft skin and the soft strands of her hair. While making love to me, she had smiled and seemed cheerful. Of course, she had been heartbroken. That was what I could tell from her actions and behaviors. She didn't seem like a loose woman, and she had a ring on her finger.
I tried to tell myself it wasn't my fault and that she seduced me, but a little harsh voice said the fault was all mine.
She was drunk and didn't mean what she did. Not just drunk, but drugged. I was sane and could tell right from wrong. I could have resisted and locked her in her room until the drug wore off on her body and she was no longer drunk, but I didn't.
I had let myself get swayed and had listened to the voice of my desires. Maybe it was because it had been long since I last had a woman, or because I had been taken aback by her beauty, or because she had been innocently alluring—I had no idea.
After a while, I decided to leave and continue my journey. I had driven for hours the previous day, after my flight into the country, and it had been so hard to find a hotel. The area seemed remote, but luckily I had found the inn where I was able to sit and finish up a few things. Unfortunately, before I had booked a room, I had met the strange lady, and we ended up sharing a room.
I left the inn and got into my car, preparing for the journey home. According to my GPS, the drive was going to be a little over two hours.
Already, the sun was high in the sky, and it made me scared to face the traffic that might occur.
Traffic when the sun was high meant unbearable heat, and it felt like the heat would kill me.
I began to drive, and the road seemed free. I had yet to encounter any traffic.
"Let's just forget." I said to myself, trying to forget the strange woman. It was a one-night stand, and like all one-night stands, it was meant to be forgotten.
Unfortunately, as I drove, I continued to see her face in my mind and realized forgetting was going to be a challenge.
I was unable to take my mind off of her.
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